A long fricken time ago Randall discovered that emptying a pillow case full of marbles down a flight of wooden stairs made so much noise it drove everyone in the house nuts. So it was only fitting that one day he would become a drummer. And so he did. But his parents bought him an accordian and bought him lessons in hopes that a more pleasant, kinder, more musical Randall would emerge. Didn't work. The undisiplined chaotic sound of all those marbles bouncing around has pretty much been the structure of his life, needless to say, drumming for Dumbass Jones was his calling.